“Right there!” replied Helene, pointing toward the corner. “Sitting up on that pile of rocks. There’s a brown tarp over it.”

“Oooh, cool!” exclaimed Louis. “Maybe it’s a Harley-Davidson! Grammy, can you please stop the car so I can climb up on the rocks and look under the tarp and see that motorcycle? Pleeeease!”

Stifling my laughter, I explained to my darling grandchildren — as gently as I could — that the “Harley-Davidson” wasn’t really a motorcycle at all but rather our city’s $183,000 “Mountain Memories” fountain.

I challenge you! Next time you’re at the corner of Sixth and Main, facing east, sitting in your car waiting for the traffic light to change, glance to your right. I bet you’ll see that same motorcycle sitting up there on the rocks, covered by a brown tarp!

Linda Harney

Flat Rock

Peace bell

To the editor: Listen and hear the plea of the Japanese peace bell ringing a wake-up call for every world citizen.

In Hiroshima, there were tens of thousands of charred bodies in nameless mass graves. “NEVER AGAIN.” There were large, flaming pyramids of the dead. “NEVER AGAIN.” The rivers were swamped, carrying the bodies of desperate fire-fleeing people out to sea. “NEVER AGAIN.” Thousands suffered either rapid or slow lingering deaths from radiation. “NEVER AGAIN.”

Japanese peace bells, first at the United Nations and now around the world, ring out for our resolve and action to abolish these instruments of worldwide uncontrollable death and destruction.

We pray for the public support and political insight to abolish these “weapons” through a legally binding international treaty, the Nuclear Weapons Convention. One hundred and 29 of 140 nations are ready to sign. Hear the bell. Never again!

<p>To the editor: When our grandchildren were visiting from Atlanta, we did some shopping at Laurel Park Village and then headed toward downtown on Sixth Avenue.</p><p>As we waited at the red light at the corner of Sixth and Main, 5-year-old Helene piped up from the back seat, Grammy, why is that motorcycle sitting up there?</p><p>Where? demanded 7-year-old Louis, who rarely misses anything with wings or wheels.</p><p>Right there! replied Helene, pointing toward the corner. Sitting up on that pile of rocks. There’s a brown tarp over it.</p><p>Oooh, cool! exclaimed Louis. Maybe it’s a Harley-Davidson! Grammy, can you please stop the car so I can climb up on the rocks and look under the tarp and see that motorcycle? Pleeeease!</p><p>Stifling my laughter, I explained to my darling grandchildren  as gently as I could  that the Harley-Davidson wasn’t really a motorcycle at all but rather our city’s $183,000 Mountain Memories fountain.</p><p>I challenge you! Next time you’re at the corner of Sixth and Main, facing east, sitting in your car waiting for the traffic light to change, glance to your right. I bet you’ll see that same motorcycle sitting up there on the rocks, covered by a brown tarp!</p><p><em>Linda Harney</em></p><p><em>Flat Rock</em></p><h3>Peace bell</h3>
<p>To the editor: Listen and hear the plea of the Japanese peace bell ringing a wake-up call for every world citizen.</p><p>In Hiroshima, there were tens of thousands of charred bodies in nameless mass graves. NEVER AGAIN. There were large, flaming pyramids of the dead. NEVER AGAIN. The rivers were swamped, carrying the bodies of desperate fire-fleeing people out to sea. NEVER AGAIN. Thousands suffered either rapid or slow lingering deaths from radiation. NEVER AGAIN.</p><p>Japanese peace bells, first at the United Nations and now around the world, ring out for our resolve and action to abolish these instruments of worldwide uncontrollable death and destruction.</p><p>We pray for the public support and political insight to abolish these weapons through a legally binding international treaty, the Nuclear Weapons Convention. One hundred and 29 of 140 nations are ready to sign. Hear the bell. Never again!</p><p><em>Dr. Stanley Dienst</em></p><p><em>Hendersonville</em></p>